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Essay Contest: Money in the Mailbox
At three p.m. he knocked on my door. I still had my backpack on from school. It was my neighbor. I noticed there was a dark stain on the side of his baggy gray t-shirt, as if he had spilled water on it. “Good afternoon,” he said. “I recently had hip surgery and was wondering if you had time to cut my grass.” I
I stared at him blankly and glanced at his hip where the stain was then replied, “Yeah of course.”
I started my lawn mower and headed over to his house. I was met by him and his wife with large smiles on their faces. I turned the lawnmower off and smiled back.
“Thank you for doing this….”,
“Dominic,” I replied.
“Thank you, Dominic,” his wife said.
Even though I wasn't familiar with my neighbors, it felt normal talking to them.
“Is there anything I should know before starting?”
He pointed to a large pine tree and ran his finger along the lawn. “There is the cutoff between our lawn and the neighbors lawn.”
I waited a little longer in case there was anything else. Nothing. “Alright sounds good,” I said as I started the mower. He gave me a thumbs up and I began cutting.
About an hour later I was done. I turned off the mower in their driveway and pressed the doorbell. I was greeted by his wife who was holding out a twenty dollar bill.
“I don't need that, you keep it,” I said with a smile.
She tilted her head and thanked me again. She then dropped the bill on the floor, “Don't let it blow away.”
I looked at the bill then looked at her. She smiled again and shut the door. I grabbed the bill, got on the lawn mower and started my way back home. I would have liked to see her face when she found the money in the mailbox.
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This piece was written for my Creative Writing class.